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107: Release day

Penulis: Makie P
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-09-25 23:14:19

Marcus's POV

The sound of heavy boots marching on the concrete floor woke me from my restless sleep. I looked up to see Victor's face in the dim light hanging from the basement of the warehouse but this time, it was different. It was the middle of the night, and he wasn't alone. Three of his men stood behind him, their faces hidden in the shadows.

"Get up," Victor commanded. "All three of you. Now."

I sat up on my thin mattress, my heart racing. This wasn't our usual wake-up time. Something was different.

"What's going on?" Isabella asked, her voice thick with sleep and fear.

"Your time is up. Move," one of Victor's men barked.

Sophia scrambled to her feet, panic written all over her face. "But it's the middle of the night. What's happening?"

"You're leaving," Victor said simply. "Right now."

The reality of what was happening suddenly dawned on me. After all these months of counting down the days, our release had finally come, the appointed day was finally here. But instead o
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